Chapter 10 Pregnancy, Abortion

There are less than twenty days left before the exhibition starts next month.

After Ming Yao and Zhao Feiran got off work, Shen Zhouyi still stayed in the studio. A dim yellow wall lamp was lit in the huge studio, creating layers of traces of light on the wall, reflecting a beautiful figure.

A trip to the plateau and a life-and-death experience opened up Shen Zhouyi's inspiration box, and something was taking shape.

Shen Zhouyi spent nearly two hours changing drawings before sketching a rough outline on the drawing paper. She still felt that she was not very satisfied. She rubbed her sore neck and stood up.

Come to the window and open it.

The bitter cold wind blew against her face, blowing away the tiredness on her cheeks.

There is a corridor outside the window, designed as a leisurely balcony, furnished with tables, chairs, flowers and potted plants, and the ceiling is sealed with insulating glass. It is a good place for afternoon tea in your spare time.

But her attention is not on the environment.

But it was the black jacket that was still hanging on the edge.

Shen Zhouyi held his chin with one hand and squinted his eyes, constantly trying to dig out some information about this person from the depths of his memory, but unfortunately, it was too vague.

suddenly...

I regret it a bit.

I should have asked SA No. 37 for his personal information.

Where are you, who is your name, do you have a girlfriend...etc., etc.

When meditating.

There was a crashing sound in the aisle outside.

Shen Zhouyi's thoughts were withdrawn.

She immediately turned around and looked in the direction of the studio door.

There were no lights on outside, and Ming Yao and Zhao Feiran had already gone home. At this moment, she was the only one in the gallery. For the sake of safety, a heavy anti-theft system was set up. After all, the works in the gallery were priceless.

She stared at the door, and the boundless darkness outside corroded people's uneasy hearts, expanding a sense of horror and weirdness.

It was quiet for a few seconds.

Shen Zhouyi walked to the door without making any sound.

A thin white hand rested on the door handle.

In an instant.

It was quiet again outside.

As if it was just an illusion.

The only sound of Shen Zhouyi's breathing was in her ears. She listened to the silence and unlocked the door.

Get out of the studio.

There is nothing wrong with being immersed in darkness. The doors and windows are closed, and there is no clue.

But it’s not right——

There was clearly movement just now.

Just nearby.

Shen Zhouyi held her phone tightly and walked out while opening the call interface. Her strong vigilance prevented her from dismissing the movement as nothing.

Until, Shen Zhouyi walked to the door of the first floor.

The street lights outside cast a faint light.

Found nothing.

But she still dialed Zhao Feiran's number.

Not waiting to be picked up yet.

Shen Zhouyi paused in his steps.

She stepped on something under her feet. It was soft and sticky, and her feet felt a little weird.

She lowered her head.

Then turn on the flashlight on your phone and move your feet.

Entering the eye——

A patch of scarlet was dazzling under the light and made her scalp numb. What she had just stepped on was nothing else but... a skinned mouse.

Shen Zhouyi took two steps back reflexively.

My stomach suddenly cramped.

But her expression was extremely calm, with an unexpected yet accustomed composure.

The ball on the ground was still bleeding and had just died. In other words, it had just been thrown in—

Someone.

Someone did come in just now.

Shen Zhouyi barely hesitated, quickly pushed the door open, left the gallery hall, and stood in the cold windy courtyard.

Zhao Feiran did not receive the call.

But Shen Zhouyi received another call.

It's an unknown number.

Shen Zhouyi stared at the shocking scarlet in the glass door, her lips trembled slightly, but she still didn't look away and answered the phone.

"Which one?"

"Ms. Shen, we are the emergency department of Chenlu Hospital. Are you a relative or friend of Song Rongyan?"

When Song Rongyan's name was mentioned, Shen Zhouyi smoothed his hair, turned around and asked, "I am, what's wrong with her?"

"Ms. Song had a miscarriage and the bleeding was severe. Her emergency contact is Miss Shen, so I'm notifying you to come over and check on the situation."

Shen Zhouyi's thoughts were instantly disrupted by this incident.

Pregnancy? Miscarriage?

She turned around and looked at the intersection, her eyebrows furrowed deeply: "How is she doing now?"

"I just entered the operating room. When will you come over?"

"immediately."

Shen Zhouyi breathed slightly, and the terrifying incident she had just experienced was instantly forgotten. She did not expect that such a thing would happen to Song Rongyan. When did she become pregnant?

Hang up the phone.

Shen Zhouyi glanced inside the glass door of the gallery again.

The shadows of the surrounding trees cast a black shadow of teeth and claws on the building, as if signaling some unwarranted danger approaching.

She withdrew her gaze and hurried to the parking lot while calling Zhao Feiran: "Someone just sneaked into the gallery and threw a dead mouse in. Come over here and call the police. The surveillance equipment will speed up to make arrangements and find out." .”

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Not long after Shen Zhouyi left.

A figure slowly emerged from the pine forest on the right side of the gallery. He stared at the direction she left for a while, as if observing, and then left quickly after a moment.

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Chenlu Hospital is a large chain of high-end private hospitals in China.

It has top equipment and the highest level of medical treatment system.

It is a medical institution of the Chen family, a medical family in southwest China.

In short, confidentiality is very strong, and many screen characters, whether they are dignitaries or celebrities, will choose Chenlu Hospital as their first choice.

Song Rongyan is one of the most popular female artists in China in the past two years and her commercial value has soared. It stands to reason that such a major event as miscarriage will be immediately noticed by the paparazzi media, but Chenlu Hospital has strictly covered it up. The speed with which the wind can be heard is so fast that people are staggered and can only wonder who is behind Chenlu Hospital.

When Shen Zhouyi rushed over.

Song Rongyan has completed the operation and returned to the ward.

It's twelve o'clock in the morning.

Shen Zhouyi learned about Song Rongyan's specific situation from the head nurse.

Less than three months pregnant, due to some strenuous exercise, the endometrium was damaged and the lower abdomen was compressed, causing cramps, miscarriage and miscarriage. Song Rongyan was weak for a long time, which led to bleeding again. Two hours before he was sent to the emergency room, he was still bleeding. Shooting night scenes.

Looking at the woman who had just woken up on the hospital bed.

Shen Zhouyi was peeling the apple quietly, and the fruit knife was cutting across the thin peel. Her hand holding the knife was so steady that it made people nervous.

The same is true for Song Rongyan.
To be continued...